A Brave Friend.

I have a friend who has PD.
It makes him shake constantly.
I feel he has it worse than me.
His bravery is plain to see.

I feel a fraud without such shakes.
Ashamed of any fuss I make.
His body suffers seismic quakes.
I admire him for all he takes.

My friend is young and suffers so.
Yet he’s full of ‘get up and go’.
I’d like to spare him from this woe.
His DBS is due soon, though.

My friend’s as busy as a bee.
Central to his community.
Provider for his family.
The proudest dad you’d ever see.

My friend’s self-doubt was just not right.
This sincere man with pluck and fight.
I told him that his light shines bright.
Then he sang to the world one night.

It truly was a unique sound.
It affected those, gathered round!
Other men would be gagged and bound!
But we just loved this star we’d found.

With brain surgery very near.
I hope to buy my friend a beer.
I wish him all of life’s good cheer.
By many folks, he is held dear.

(C) Dean G. Parsons. 2019


  2 comments for “A Brave Friend.

  1. Paul
    May 10, 2019 at 12:47 am


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